On the Seven Towers

Green Forest City Isolation Zone, a noble mansion marked as Ward No. 3.

Luo Ling opened the door of a "ward" and saw Song Hongyang lying inside. Unlike the doctors and nurses around her, she did not have a shallow toxin shield on her body. Instead, he was wearing a simple shirt and jeans.

Song Hongyang was the first batch of infected people among the bodyguards, but because his fighting spirit level had reached the intermediate level, he could survive longer than several of his soldiers. However, his condition has reached a very critical stage, with black covering 80% of his skin, and those black spots have surrounded almost all parts except his cheeks and forehead.

When Luo Ling entered, Feng Yao was finishing her final examination. Song Hongyang asked in a weak voice: "Doctor Feng, please tell me the truth. Am I dying? I can't feel my limbs since last night. Now, I'm protecting my body and head with my fighting spirit, but, I can't hold on anymore..."

Luo Ling listened quietly, feeling a soul trapped in a rotting body. He felt as desperate as falling into an abyss.

Feng Yao looked haggard in the shield. She hadn't closed her eyes for more than a day. "No, how could you still hold on? We are doing our best to find a way to save you. Although we are still a little short of it, but, please You continue to persist. I invited Luo Ling to do a short period of positive energy flushing to help you suppress the invasion of these bacteria."

"It... hurts a lot." Song Hongyang said in a weak voice.

"What did you say?" Feng Yao didn't hear him clearly.

"I said, positive energy really hurts. I don't feel anything anymore, but...at that time, it really felt like it was burning me. It hurt..." Song Hongyang murmured.

Feng Yao asked a few more questions, and Song Hongyang turned his head and refused to speak. She turned to Luo Ling helplessly and said, "Teacher Luo, please worry about the next thing."

Luo Ling asked in a low voice: "How long does he have left?"

Feng Yao said: "Judging from the current erosion of his body, he can last for a few more hours at most. In other words, he won't survive tonight."

Luo Ling said: "I understand. I want to talk to him alone before casting the spell."

"Why?"

"Just think of it as encouraging him. Don't you notice that he's not very cooperative? I think having too many people in the room will make him more agitated."

"Okay." Feng Yao walked out of the room with the nurse beside her, leaving Luo Ling alone.

Seeing Feng Yao and others leaving, Song Hongyang turned back and said slowly to Luo Ling: "Teacher Luo, can I...please ask you something? Can you cast a sleep spell on me so that I can fall asleep... ...won’t wake up.”

Luo Ling said: "Don't you want to persist anymore?"

"I can already feel the collapse of my body. My hands, feet and part of my body have turned into a puddle of mud. What's the use of saving my life? I feel like I'm being eaten by them. Can you understand the feeling of being bitten off bit by bit? I don’t want my whole body to become their food until I die, and then turn into a puddle of smelly black water. I know how I feel now. I'm an annoying thing. No one wants to take another look at me, no one wants to get close to me, so please help me and let me die without knowing it." Song Hongyang's voice actually became coherent and loud. , one can imagine how urgent he felt.

Luo Ling knew that this was a kind of flashback, and he really didn't have much time. She said: "Have you mentioned this matter to Dr. Feng?"

Song Hongyang shook his head with an imperceptible amplitude and said: "I said, it's useless. Those people will only talk nonsense like persistence and hope. Hope is not something that everyone is qualified to have. You know that with a person with a certain identity, How cruel is it for people who are in despair to talk about hope? I don’t even have a piece of wood. What’s the point of them talking to me about riding the wind and waves? I don’t want to listen to this. My hope is to end my life with dignity. "

Luo Ling said: "Maybe... you have another choice. Have you heard of the Spirit Attendant?"

"Spiritual Attendant... I've heard that it turned into a shadow in your mind? Do I really exist like that?" Song Hongyang asked.

"No, you really exist." Luo Ling said, "Just like I really exist now."

Luo Ling stretched out her hand and gently pressed the back of her fingers against Song Hongyang's cheek. Song Hongyang felt the warmth of that hand, which was slightly warm. He closed his eyes and tears couldn't stop falling...

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Luo Ling walked out of the room, and Feng Yao happened to come out of the next room in a hurry. She asked: "How's it going?"

"He has become my spiritual attendant, and his body has been purified by me." Luo Ling said.

"What?" Feng Yao became anxious, and scales appeared on the back of her hands and cheeks. Her strength doubled, and she suddenly pushed open the door of the ward. Seeing that the person on the hospital bed had disappeared, leaving only a bed with imprints on it. The bed had obviously been burned by positive energy and fire magic, and there was a burning smell in the room. "You, how could you do this?" ? Maybe, maybe he can still persist..."

"Stop! I don't want to hear you talk any more on this topic." Luo Ling interrupted Feng Yao rudely, "You and I both know the progress of the research on the treatment plan. If you continue, it will only make him suffer for a few more hours. , choosing to keep him next to you is just to relieve your own moral pain, without really thinking about him.

You are evading your responsibility as a doctor. If you can't cure him, you should give him the least painful ending, right? "

"No, it's not like that... I'm also thinking about him. What if there is a one in ten thousand chance?" Feng Yao was still defending.

"That's just your unrealistic delusion. Just to satisfy your own peace of mind, you ignore the pain of others and ignore his own choice. What else is selfish?" Luo Ling's question made Feng Yao speechless.

"What's more, becoming a spirit servant does not mean real death. They can live and grow in my meditation world. On the contrary, when they really die, their souls may not have the power to condense and become a spirit servant. "

"You mean 'them'? Is there anyone else who wants to become a spirit servant?" Feng Yao asked.

"That's right. Before the method that can save them is studied, this is the only way to help them. "

Luo Ling looked at the silent medical staff and said, "Leave the moral judgment to the people behind us. We don't have the time to waste on such things now. Do what you have to do.”